this infinite world

Yang Yun naturally wouldn't act together with the rest of the Arctic team.

In fact, long before the Arctic team was sent into the world of Dark Souls by the main god, he had already broken away from the main god's fixed teleportation sequence and stood alone in the void, gazing at the world before him as if viewing a painting.

On one hand, after establishing a connection with the clone Chu Xuan, Yang Yun no longer intends to interfere too much in the journey of the Northern Ice Continent team. After all, with his current strength, if he were to continue traveling with the Northern Ice Continent team, it would be as if he had provided them with an omnipotent guardian. Even the most arduous missions of the main gods would lose all meaning under such protection, becoming as easy as a school field trip...

On the other hand, it concerns the vast difference in "status." This world called "Dark Souls" is not enough to bear the full weight of Yang Yun's true form.

Unlike Middle-earth, created by Ilúvatar, one of the most outstanding high-level saints, who was only one step away from becoming a primordial saint, and capable of accommodating multiple primordial saints at the same time, the Dark Souls world, while also quite vast, is ultimately inferior to the former as the unique plane in terms of its foundation.

Furthermore, since there is no true "creator god" in this world to oversee the overall situation, it is difficult to accommodate Yang Yun's true form, who has already inherited the karma of the "Nine-Headed Clan"... If Yang Yun really insists on entering, it is likely that a muscular man and a petite girl who is only 1.5 meters tall will put on an action scene, and sooner or later it will end in a car crash and death.

Moreover... some things are actually easier to understand when viewed from outside the world.

"This world is a bit strange..."

Standing outside the plane, Yang Yun observed intently, lost in thought. In fact, in his view, what was abnormal was not only this relatively isolated single plane, but even the spacetime structure around it was exhibiting an indescribable distortion.

Not only within the world, but also beside Yang Yun, outside of it, lay a vast expanse of white mist, as seen by the members of the Northern Ice Continent team, existing long before the initial flame ignited. Compared to the lifeless, thin mist within the world, this mist surging through the multiverse appeared particularly turbulent. It was like countless invisible torrents, ceaselessly rushing, intertwining, and colliding in the void.

At first glance, it resembles a turbulent galaxy with chaotic ripples, carrying time, space, matter, and energy—the four cornerstones that constitute all things—like a giant whale drawing water, pouring towards the world of the Dark Soul.

Ahead seemed to be an invisible waterfall, a leak that swallowed everything. An indescribable force was endlessly pulling them... drawing all the vast spacetime energy that permeated all realms toward itself.

Like a black hole returning to silence, like a hundred rivers flowing into an abyss.

"……interesting."

Indeed, Yang Yun was curious about this. More importantly, he felt as if he had seen all of this somewhere before.

Standing at the edge of the plane, Yang Yun's gaze pierced through the void, silently observing the square world that caused all things to flow towards it. Unlike the members of the Arctic team who witnessed the opening of Dark Souls 1, what he recalled was the vast and stubborn journey in Dark Souls 2—

In that prologue of destiny, the player, an "undead," embarks on a solitary journey to the cursed city of "Dorangreg," seeking a sliver of salvation. But along this inevitable route lies a colossal vortex, defying all logic, swallowing light, and seemingly defying any explanation of physics…

Just like the scene before my eyes.

A black hole? A deep pit? Or a bottomless abyss?
It seems that every word can depict its form, yet it is always separated by a hazy mist, unable to touch its essence.

This wasn't a real black hole, and even if it were, it couldn't shake Yang Yun's true form in the slightest. Yet, an indescribable sense of familiarity rippled through the depths of his consciousness like a whisper. —He must have seen a similar scene somewhere before.

Memory is a boundless sea of ​​stars, with billions of fragments floating and sinking within it, shimmering with a hazy halo. Yang Yun's spirit swept over the dust that had solidified time, trying to capture that familiar ripple—the vortex that devoured everything, the upward-swept demonic tide, the pulling force that distorted even spacetime itself… but in the end, he found nothing.

"Never mind, perhaps it's not the right time yet..."

The vast memories were like a silent abyss, ultimately offering no echo. However, Yang Yun didn't dwell on it, because whether he could recall them or not, there was a reason for it: "In the end, seeing is believing, and only by witnessing it firsthand can one have the right to speak..."

The next moment, Yang Yun raised his right hand, the movement was smooth and natural, without any unnecessary force, as if brushing away non-existent dust from his shoulder.

This hand had slaughtered immortals and slain saints, lifted up stars on the verge of extinction, and calmed turbulent dimensional currents. Now, it hovered silently in the void, its fingertips pointing toward the dark soul world that was constantly absorbing everything around it.

A drop of blood quietly congealed in the void at his fingertips.

The blood was not the usual crimson, but rather an indescribable color, as if it were the condensation of the birth and death of countless stars, and the extraction of the source of all life.

It did not fall, because the concept of "falling" was invalid here. It simply broke free from the slight connection with Yang Yun's fingertips, as if it had acquired an independent will and destiny, hovering in an eternal moment.

Just before that invisible force touched the blood, the blood transformed into a streak of azure light.

That azure hue was not the vitality of ordinary plants, but an essential manifestation that transcended color and penetrated all dimensional barriers. It tore through the pale mist that permeated the gaps between planes, its speed beyond the measure of physical laws, faster than thought, and beyond cause and effect.

Wherever it passed, the surging torrents carrying the energy of space and time seemed to come to life, fearfully parting to the sides to make way for a straight path.

The moment it begins to "move," its destination is already predetermined.

There was no sound, no explosion, and not even any violent interaction of energy; it was simply a matter of "integration."

Like a drop of water returning to the ocean, like stardust returning to a nebula, that drop of azure blood silently touched the dimensional barrier of the Dark Souls world, and then merged into that world without any hindrance.

—It was as if it were a blue meteorite that came from beyond the beginning of time and from above destiny.

—Just like Yang Yun himself, in this multiverse. (End of Chapter)